Daddy! Come Home for Dinner!

“First warm-up, then slowly think about it,” Adrian Zhekova reminded him.

“Oh, right!” Morgan Clarke remembered the main task and hurried to do warm-up exercises on the side.

He did some stretching exercises and also moved his ankle and wrist joints. His movements looked quite professional.

His movements looked quite professional.

At this time, an announcement came over the speakers, reminding that the next round of the competition was about to begin, and the children participating in the round after that should get ready early.

And in the next round after that, it would be Morgan Clarke’s turn.

Adrian Zhekova said, “We’ll go to the finish line and wait for you.”

Morgan Clarke had signed up for the 50 -yard race.

This 50 yards, for children, is not a short distance.

While doing his warm-up exercises, Morgan Clarke said, “Okay.”

He saw Adrian Zhekova and Cindy Clarke heading to the finish line.

Suddenly, Morgan Clarke felt something was wrong.

Adrian Zhekova and Cindy Clarke were holding hands!

Morgan Clarke was immediately so angry that he stomped his feet.

This Cindy Clarke, she was so annoying!

How could she be so foolish!

As long as he wasn’t watching, she let Adrian Zhekova hold her hand!

Morgan Clarke wanted to chase after them, but he was stopped by Terry Smith: “Morgan, we have to go get ready now.”

The children in the round before them had already started running at the sound of the whistle.

It was time for them to go to the starting line and get ready.

Morgan Clarke, fuming, followed Terry Smith.

He saw Adrian Zhekova and Cindy Clarke at the finish line, still holding hands.

Morgan Clarke suddenly unleashed a huge amount of potential and rushed to the first place.

He had already forgotten about the competition in his mind, only thinking about rushing to Cindy as quickly as possible.

Adrian Zhekova saw Morgan Clarke rushing towards them as if he was a small cannonball.

Morgan Clarke didn’t even stop when he crossed the finish line, charging straight at them.

Then, he went right between them, forcibly separating their hands.

Adrian Zhekova:

Was this little brat so intent on destroying his parents’ love?

At this moment, Cindy Clarke’s face was flushed with embarrassment.

She had been trying to break free from Adrian Zhekova’s hold, but couldn’t.

But after a while, she had even forgotten that her hand was still being held by Adrian Zhekova.

Now that Morgan Clarke saw it, Cindy felt extremely embarrassed.

Morgan Clarke came over again and grabbed the hand that Cindy Clarke had just been holding with Adrian Zhekova: “Cindy, let’s go get our prizes.” He didn’t even think about inviting Adrian Zhekova to go with them.

Adrian Zhekova was so angry that he grabbed Morgan Clarke by the collar and dragged him away.

Although he felt it was inappropriate to hold Cindy’s hand again, he wouldn’t let Morgan Clarke hold it either.

This little brat, he would call him ‘Papa’ when he needed a backer.

When he didn’t need him, he would pretend he didn’t exist.

Morgan Clarke was lifted by Adrian Zhekova, his limbs flailing in the air like a little turtle.

“Cindy!” Morgan Clarke tried to seek her help.

Adrian Zhekova flicked his forehead mercilessly, “You’re already this old, don’t always act so spoiled with your mother.”

He was already old enough to know he shouldn’t ask to be carried, but now he still had the nerve to act spoiled!

“I’m still a baby,” Morgan Clarke protested, flailing his limbs.

But his protest was ineffective.

Adrian Zhekova didn’t let Morgan Clarke approach Cindy.

He dragged him all the way to the stands.

After making him sit down, Adrian Zhekova went to the parents’ stands opposite Cindy.

Morgan Clarke was furious.

Cindy Clarke also felt guilty, as she hadn’t spent any quality time with Morgan yet.

When she looked back at the stands, she saw the little guy staring at her expectantly.

Morgan Clarke had initially been fuming, but when he saw Cindy Clarke looking back, he immediately put on a pitiful expression with his mouth pouting..